And the world that thy breath bade whiten and tremble
rejoices at heart as they strengthen and shine,
And earth gives thanks for the glory bequeathed her, and
knows of thy reign that it wrought not wrong.
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in the crown of the steep sky's arch,
And the bold first buds of the whin wax golden, and
witness arise of the thorn and the larch:
Wild April, enkindled to laughter and storm by the kiss
of the wildest of winds that blow,
Calls loud on his brother for witness; his hands that
were laden with blossom are sprinkled with snow,
And his lips breathe winter, and laugh, and relent; and
the live woods feel not the frost's flame parch;
For the flame of the spring that consumes not but quickens
is felt at the heart of the forest aglow,
And the sparks that enkindled and fed it were strewn from
the hands of the gods of the winds of March.
